Episode V: "To Rest"
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I reaaally fucked up...bad...
It has been three days since I used [Tᚨᛗᛖ] and only just yesterday did I wake up. Upon waking up, I saw Mikael standing over me...he never said anything, but after atleast five minutes, he nodded his head and left the cottage.
I found out why not long after. What I discovered...unnerved me. All eight wolves and the bear died. While I haven't actually seen their corpses, their condition has been described to me. This morning, Esther sat by my bedside as I awoke...
"...you stupid child..." She said this with grief written all over her face.
"...why?...why did you try using your power like this? You nearly died..." Now openly crying, she pulled me into a hug.
Because I couldn't hide the fact I was practicing Magic from Esther anymore, I told her...
"...I wanted to...impress you, Mother...I used my power to protect the village. Protect it I did, but not without a cost..." At that, I weakly moved around my left arm. She only cried more...
That was earlier today, but now I lay upon my bed while talking with Finn. He holds and studies my left arm as he tells me about Father's return.
"Father is...devastated by the loss of our Sister. I don't think he will ever be the same..." Finn tells me, looking worried.
"Brother, Father is a strong man. From this tragedy, he will only get stronger." I inform him of what I believe to be true.
Which it is true, Mikael will soon become colder, violent, and far more brutal in his teachings. Personally, I look forward to it.
"Brother, what do we do now? With Freya gone, what is the point..." He weeps, obviously distressed.
"HEY! I will NOT tolerate this kind of behavior from my elder Brother! Man the FUCK up, Finn! Our Mother needs you, she needs your strength, now more than ever...go to her, take care of her, and support her for the both of us. You are the only one that can..." I demand this of him.
"O-Okay, Brother...-Sniffle-...I...I will..." He stands up and leaves the cottage, probably to find Esther.
Honestly, he is a fucking pussy. Finn is a child, I know...but damn...
With Finn out of the cottage, I have some time to myself. Looking at whats become of my left arm, I sigh out...
"...-sigh-...it looks like shit..." And it does, my arm is honestly ruined. The entire thing, up to my shoulder, is dried out. Green-ish vines have branched out through all my veins, maybe even burrowed into my bones. My skin is rinkled and greyed...I'm worried it may rot off...shit.
Somehow, I can still move the thing around, full mobility even if I can't feel it. My finger nails are blackening...possible rotting, soon to fall off. Biologically, this shouldn't be possible...
The Runeword, [Tᚨᛗᛖ], was meant to tame creatures...I didn't think it would kill them and nearly destroy my arm in the process. If my guess is right, the Runeword is making my arm into a more proper catalyst...atleast I hope so...
"...Hmm...why did those beasts die? Did the Runic Magic break their spirit? Was my Runeword...to broad? Unfocused?" I contemplate outloud, trying to decide how I could fix this.
Perhaps...I could focus [Tᚨᛗᛖ] by adding more Runewords to it, making a sort of 'Runeline' or 'Runechain'? I could use [Tᚨᛗᛖ] as the base or foundation for this chain? 'Tame' is the word's meaning, carved into my palm and infused with the Intent to basically enslave creatures...it didn't function as intended, killing all those beasts and transforming my arm in the process.
"Instead of targeting a single creature, it engulfed an area..." Thinking about it, I think I know what Runeword to use on top of [Tᚨᛗᛖ].
I could use the Runeword for 'Beast'...making the chain target a single furred creature...'[Tᚨᛗᛖ]-[Bᛖᚨᛋᛏ]'...
But that still leaves it...incomplete. This is something I can figure out later, its not important.
"Hmph!" With great effort, I manage to actually sit up. Slowly, I move myself to the edge of my bed and just sit there.
"...Hah...Hah...Odin, give me strength...Hah..." I look around the Mikaelson cottage from where I sit, trying to find something to support myself with.
On a table to my left rests my handaxe...covered in blood? I can recall that blood was flowing down my face when I used [Tᚨᛗᛖ], I can only assume that is what covers my axe, then...I don't remember actually using it on anything besides wood.
I will clean it later. Looking around, I can't seem to find anything I can use? Maybe...I will have to stay in bed, I feel like shit! My body is so weak right now, there is no way for me to stand without anything to help me.
"...It is...Hah...about noon?...Hah...Father is either hunting...Hah...or tending to the fields...Hah...Mother is mourning...Hah...with Brother by her side...Haaaah, fuck..." I lay back in bed, quickly passing out from fatigue.
Bedrest is needed...I am far from recovery.
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